E.E. Cummings Quote
In a middle of a roomstands a suicidesniffing a Paper rosesmiling to a selfsomewhere it is Spring and sometimespeople are in real:imaginesomewhere real flowers,butI can't imagine real flowers for if Icould,they would somehownot Be real(so he smilessmiling)but I will noteverywhere be real toyou in a momentThe is blondwith small hands& everything is easierthan I had guessed everything would
E.E. Cummings
In a middle of a roomstands a suicidesniffing a Paper rosesmiling to a selfsomewhere it is Spring and sometimespeople are in real:imaginesomewhere real flowers,butI can't imagine real flowers for if Icould,they would somehownot Be real(so he smilessmiling)but I will noteverywhere be real toyou in a momentThe is blondwith small hands& everything is easierthan I had guessed everything would